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Alive. “…I lose my only way back.”

} | My steed got eaten by a dragon Poor horsey, he was already skin and bones (Skin and bones) When I feel like it's already game over Enemies come at me from all directions Baby you're the resurrection You're my rhyme and reason You give me extra life You bring me right back to life (Oh won't you be my wife?) | But I'd gladly spend a hundred lifetimes Oh, I'd gladly die a hundred deaths If it meant that I could touch you Even just for a moment Coz baby, only you have the power

Softly. Slowly. The melody floated across Tombstone like mist. Several servant women stepped forward carrying ancient instruments crafted from dark wood and silver strings. Their fingers moved with practiced grace. The first hymn began. Low voices rose into the night. Ancient words. Ancient sorrow. A song older than kingdoms. The language was unfamiliar to me, yet somehow I understood every emotion carried within it. Grief. Love. Memory. Farewell. Many wolves lowered their heads. Some clasped their hands together.

“We can’t always control what finds us, Corbin. But we can choose what we fight for.” “And I’ll always choose you,” he says. “In every lifetime.” The wind picks up, gentle and warm. A wolf howls in the distance — a single, soul-deep sound. It is followed by another. Then another. A harmony of remembrance. A song for the fallen. A cry for the living.

Mark of unjust Is not all that’s in roof There is love too There is love too Go join in love And revenge none Who stands Or stood Peep into your day It’s a new celebration All for you All for you Go build up strong The You This day This day is for you again All yours Be grateful To nature For another living day Life is precious Nothing like life The other that shines Might not always stay Go build up again For up high there Life is joy Joy are you! My another thought about death again – As if god made cry That child’s tears My heart cannot forget He died to turn to ashes Why life has no tragedy Boundaries How can God view this Pain Sickening attempt of death Degrade Dismiss it all Over agai

Playlist for this chapter; See You Again - Charlie Putt, Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran (It suits Steve Jones, Katherine and even the McKenzie siblings song for mourning Nana Jones) I Have A Dream - Westlife, Hostage - Sia. - Below is the funeral poem I wrote for Nana Jones 'Will Be' There will be shedding of tears because she's gone Eyes will close, hoping when they reopen, her death will be just an illusion But then, eyes won't be closed shut for a long time, so there will be reopening of eyes, to see and accept the fate that she's gone and never coming back

"You're right. I don't deserve Lily's forgiveness, let alone yours. Clara, after I die, I'll atone for my sins in front of the Moon Goddess. If... there's another life, I'll come back to ask for your forgiveness." Without turning back, I replied, "If you truly wish to repent, give up the idea. You're the last person I want to see again." With that said, I walked away. Before I left the room, I heard Ethan letting out his final breath behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief. The entanglement between two lifetimes had finally ended. The sky that had been gloomy for half a month finally cleared. A ray of sunlight fell before me, illuminating the long road ahead.

Maybe that's all I needed to feel better. “It's really funny,” I said, shaking my head vigorously. ”It's funny that I am here talking to a grave. But the. It's the only thing that is making me feel sane. I don't know what to do with my life or how to move forward, but at least I can stand here and tell you everything, and for a second it feels like you are here, listening to all my troubles.” I smiled to myself and pulled out the white lily from my coat, placing it gently on the tombstone. ”You deserve your flower mothers; I miss you,” I whisper. ”Every damn day.”

My voice cracked, the words shattering from me like glass. "I'm nothing but a shitty murderer! And now look at me—guarding my own fucking life!" I looked up at the sky, not even seeing it through the tears. "System! System! I know you're out there, you're always fucking listening! This is the reason you brought me back, isn't it? To reflect on all the shit I did? Well, congratulations!" I choked on the sobs now, body trembling. "I see it! I get it! So please, I'm begging you... just kill me again!"

he barked at me over his shoulder. Pride aside, I didn't need to come home completely soaked and frozen to the bone. I was already cold, and I hadn't even gone outside... So I hesitantly agreed, "That would be nice, thanks." I walked over to the couch, where I sat down and started to put on my shoes. At that moment, the very familiar song thirty seven Stitches by Drowning Pool blared through the apartment and I froze in place at the words I knew by heart: “See me sitting here? I'm waiting for you to say something. I kick rocks with my head down. I'm kicking stones on the way down to hell, waiting for you to say something...”